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usual, had on the same shabby old black coat with the 

 same eventful buttons behind, and as usual he was 

 roasting potatoes in the hot ashes. I made no long 

 preface, and next morning found me hard at work, 

 scraping off the hair with a knife which I had prepared 

 for the purpose. Finding that I had not preserved a 

 sufficiency of brains, I was obliged to go out shooting 

 again, and Hogarth, who lived near, was willing to ac- 

 company me for a few days. 



Just as we were about to start on the following 

 morning, five horsemen drew up before the door. 

 They dismounted, and Hogarth asked them to break- 

 fast, though we had just finished. After breakfast, as 

 they saw that we were ready to start, one of them 

 asked us not to go shooting to-day, but to go with 

 them, as they were on their way to execute an act of 

 justice. The case was this : Some time since had 

 settled on the banks of the little river, a set of men who 

 were found to be rather too fond of horseflesh, without 

 inquiring particularly to whom the horses belonged. 

 They lived scattered over a district of about twenty 

 miles in circumference, and almost conclusive proofs of 

 horse-stealing were brought against two of these people, 

 though the evidence was not strong enough for proceed- 

 ings against them in a court of justice, where they could 

 have an advocate, a being for whom all backwoodsmen 

 entertain a profound respect. Therefore to make short 

 work of the matter, they had decided on taking the law 

 into their own hands. A man of the name of Brogan 

 and my poor Curly were the two victims. 



Hogarth was ready at once. I resolved to go as a 

 spectator, fully resolved to take no part in the pro- 



